Musical Chairs
I often wonder what it would be like to take on a lover again. When I was young, making love was so simple, I would just pretend he was someone else and the climax was spectacular. Admittedly the afterglow was decidedly flat.
Category: Flash Fiction
Immortal Spaniel
The world bloomed red in small startling places and she searched for the sear and pucker of the color in the dead of winter.
Gossips
“They’ve kissed in public. Kissed, not pecked.”
Her Sister’s Room
The quick squashing of ill rolled joints smoldering between prettily painted fingertips, the slush of clear filmy liquid capped with rusty sounding metal lids was quickly stuffed away behind flowing, bright material that draped her sister’s room.
Upon the Cliff’s Edge
Why the cliff’s edge, because the contemplation of death from an armchair is a cheat.
Love’s Trouble for Me
If I’m not hampered by the preoccupations of love, that swipe is painless, goes without a hitch, you’re dead before your mind can reach even pain.
NO!
Ah, the horrible beauty of it! I was dying too, there was no hope for me but rather than spending my final moments cleansing my soul before God, I was watching this creature struggle against the agony of death in a way I was certain no other human being around her was doing.
Now and Again
Envy is one of the 7 deadly sins. I’m not dead yet. It sneaks up on a soul, envy, like the hiss of snake through grass. Her hair was long and shiny and her legs shapely. She wasn’t on my arm or laughing at my jokes. Sure, I envied the …
That Tender Spot
I got up and followed as best I could but even in my discomfort I confessed a strange gratitude that she had not let go of my throbbing arm. We walked for forever but in reality we walked just around the block. She steered me past parked cars and a darkened street and down some stairs.
A Favor
I understand his mother wants to watch me die. That will be the last insult if she tries to send me a message she’s praying for me. She should have reared a better son.